Literature
Weakness
The cold unfeeling light of the crescent moon shone through the tinted glass panes. Breathing, deep and calm, reverberated in the pitch-dark room. Raven could feel naked fingers clenched tightly around her own. Even in sleep, Beast Boy refused to let go. Allowing her free hand to smooth back his green, spiky hair, she whispered softly in his ear. "Gar
I can't love you anymore."
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An eager sun prompted Beast Boy's abrupt awakening the next morning. He shot up, startled. A soft rustling sound caused by the purple bed sheets was the onl